perfect life

Every winter, after the first frostbite on the fingers, soon there will be the second, the third, until there are those swollen places on both hands and feet, until I almost scratched them all ——That kind of heart-wrenching itch, He Zihan would shiver just thinking about it.

These past events have been engraved in his memory so deeply that he will never forget them in his life.

However, these memories remind him all the time, how difficult the past life was, and how luxurious the life living with Chen Qiran is now.

Although I know that I will leave Chen Qiran sooner or later, I am always afraid that I will get used to his gentleness, this warm house, the soft bed here, and the delicious food cooked by Chen Qiran...

Although he wakes up every morning and tells himself that he is one day closer to moving away from here - he must leave immediately after the college entrance examination, he does not want to owe Chen Qiran too much, he is not gay, and he cannot reciprocate his feelings.

However, that feeling of happiness became stronger day by day, so strong that he even forgot that he didn't belong here in the first place, and that he and Chen Qiran were actually people from two worlds.

Before meeting Chen Qiran, He Zihan didn't know what it means to be inferior and what is called gap.

Now, he feels it every day.

What he is wearing now, inside and out, including coat, sweater, underwear, shoes, and even underwear, are all Chen Qiran's.

These things are warm and comfortable, and one thing they have in common is that they are expensive.

He Zihan thought that he might not be able to afford these things in his life.

It's really strange for a rich family like Chen Qiran, why do they always have so many almost brand new clothes?

Chen Qiran said that those were all given by others before, and he didn't wear them anymore after growing up, so those clothes were given to He Zihan as a matter of course.

After breakfast, he went to class with Chen Qiran. Before going out, Chen Qiran insisted on wrapping a scarf around He Zihan. "It's a bit cold today, you must surround it, don't take it down!"

"Oh, this scarf is pretty nice."

"Well, as long as you like it."

He Zihan touched the scarf. It was so soft, but it was so warm when wrapped around his neck. It looked so thin...and, it looked like it hadn't been used?

"Did you buy it new?" He Zihan asked.

"Huh?" Chen Qiran was locking the door and couldn't hear his words clearly.

Seeing Chen Qiran's handsome face, He Zihan felt his heart skip a beat for a moment, and turned his head in a panic, "It's nothing. The scarf is very warm, why don't you have one?"

"Well, I'm in good health, and I don't feel cold. Take care of yourself, if you catch a cold, you'll be in trouble."

"Ah."

After arriving at the school, I saw Xia Mingyuan and Fan Getian talking furtively in the corridor. When they saw He Zihan coming, the two stopped talking at the same time. After seeing He Zihan and Chen Qiran into the classroom, they got together again talking about something.

He Zihan glanced at Chen Qiran in confusion, the latter gave him a gentle and sweet smile, He Zihan felt that there must be something wrong with his heart, why was it beating faster than before? !

Sitting down in a panic, took out the English book and began to memorize the words, so as not to be unable to write out the dictation later. Last time I saw that Chen Qiran’s dictation book was full of perfect marks, but my own was a bunch of crooked 70, 75 , 80, the highest score is 80, I really feel ashamed.

When the class bell rang, Fan Getian and Xia Mingyuan finally came in. Xia Mingyuan looked at He Zihan with an ambiguous expression, while Fan Getian smiled evilly.

He Zihan was completely dumbfounded...